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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.