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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
cv313,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.