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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.