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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Technova,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.