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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Nico,
MC5,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, 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.