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 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Monolake,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.