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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.