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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.