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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.