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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.