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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.