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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.