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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.