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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.