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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Technova,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.