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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.