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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.