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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
DNA,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.