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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.