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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.