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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Litter,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Josef K,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.