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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.