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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.