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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.