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 Congo and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.