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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Sound,
Pole,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.