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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Can,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.