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 France and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.