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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Black Flag,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Neu!,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.