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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.