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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.