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 Austria 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.