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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
The Litter,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.