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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Can to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.