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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.