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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.