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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.