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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.