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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Faust,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.