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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Franke,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.