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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.