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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.