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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.