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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.