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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.