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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Index,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.