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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.