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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.