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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.