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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.