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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.