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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.