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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.