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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.