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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.