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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.