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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.