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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 a-ha 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.