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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Leaves,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.