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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.