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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.