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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Section 25,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.