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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.