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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.