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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.