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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
MDC,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.