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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.