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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.