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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.