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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.