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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.