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 Nauru 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.