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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Smog 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.