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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.