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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.