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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.