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 Ghana and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.