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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
This Heat,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.