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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.