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 India and from Columbus.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.