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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Visage,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.