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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.