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 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.