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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.