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 Japan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.