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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.