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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.