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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.