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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.