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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Can,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.