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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Sound,
ABC,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.