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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
PIL,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.