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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Fear,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.