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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
The Standells,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.