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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.