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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.