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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.