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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.