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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.