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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Liliput 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.