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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 Toronto and London.
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 808 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
UT,
Mars,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.