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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.