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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.