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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.