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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.