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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.