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 Latvia and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.