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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.