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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.