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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.