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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.