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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Kayak,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.