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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.