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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.