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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.