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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.