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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.