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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.