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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.