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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
UT,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.