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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.