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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.