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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Index 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.