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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.