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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.