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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.