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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Organ,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Gong,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.