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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.