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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.