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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.