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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.