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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.