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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.