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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.