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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.