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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Whodini to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.