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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.