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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.