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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.