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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Gong,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.