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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.