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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.