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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.