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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.