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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.