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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.