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 Botswana and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.