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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
the Swans,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.