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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.