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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.