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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.