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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.