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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.