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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.