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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.