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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.