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 Finland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.