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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.