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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.