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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.