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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 808 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.