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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.