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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.