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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.