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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.