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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.