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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.