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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.