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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.