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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.