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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
a-ha,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.