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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.