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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.