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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.