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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.