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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names 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 Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.