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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Smog,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.