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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.