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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.