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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Slave,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.