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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.