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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Nico to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.