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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.