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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.