Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.