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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.