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 Belarus 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.