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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.