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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.