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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.