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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.