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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Gong,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.