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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.