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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.