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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.