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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.