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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Bill Near 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.