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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.