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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.