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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.