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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.