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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Gong,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
The Victims,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.