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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.