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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.