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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.