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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
New Order,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
10cc,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.