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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.