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 Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Litter to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Nico,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.