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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Motorama,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.