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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.