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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.