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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.