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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Visage,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.