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 Tunisia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
UT,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.