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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.