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 Honduras 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.