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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.