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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.