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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.