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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.