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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.