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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.