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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.