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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.