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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
The Doors,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.