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 Croatia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
UT,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.