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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.