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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.