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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.