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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Swans,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.