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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.