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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.