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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.