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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.