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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
The Martian,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.