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 Croatia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Japan,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.