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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
ABC,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.