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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.