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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.