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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.