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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.