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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.