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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.