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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.