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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.