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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Wings,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.