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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.