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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.