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 Iran 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Nas,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.