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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Can,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.