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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
UT,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.