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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.