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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.