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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
The Remains,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.