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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.