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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.