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 France and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.