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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.