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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.