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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.