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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.