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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.