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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.