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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.