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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.