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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.