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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.