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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.