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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Can,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.