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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.