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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.