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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.