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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.