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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.