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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.