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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Whodini,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.