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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.