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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.