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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Franke,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.