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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.