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 Portugal 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.