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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
New Order,
CMW,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
DNA,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.