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 Benin 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.