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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.