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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.