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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.