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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.