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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.