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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
10cc,
the Slits,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.