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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.