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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.