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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.