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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.