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 Iceland and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.