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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Wings,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.