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 United States 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.