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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.