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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.