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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.