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 Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.