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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.