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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.