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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.