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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.