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 Paraguay and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.