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 Bahamas 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.