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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.