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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.