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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.