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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.