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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Nas,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.