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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Skaos,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.