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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.