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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Move,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.