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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.