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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.