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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Gong,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.