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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Monks to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.