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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Scientists,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.