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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.