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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Gories,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.