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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Urselle,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.