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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.