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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.