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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.