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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.