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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.