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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.