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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.