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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.