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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Names,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.