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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Flipper,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.