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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.