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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.