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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.