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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.