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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.