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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.