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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.