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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.