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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.