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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Brick,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.