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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.