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 India and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.