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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.