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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Technova,
MDC,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.