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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.