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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.