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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.