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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.