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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.