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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.