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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.