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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.