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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Visage,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
PIL,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.