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 Guyana 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.