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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.