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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.