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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.