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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rakim 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.