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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.