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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
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.