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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.