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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.