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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.