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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.