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 Tuvalu 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.