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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.