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 United States and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Fear,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.