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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.