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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.