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 United States and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
UT,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.