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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.