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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.