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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.