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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.