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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.