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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.