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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.