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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.