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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.