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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.