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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.