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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
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 Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.