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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
UT,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.