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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.