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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
The Doors,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.