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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.