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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.