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 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.