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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.