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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.