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 United States and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
John Holt,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.