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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
CMW,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.