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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.