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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Rakim,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.