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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.