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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.