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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.