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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.