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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.