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 Grenada and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.