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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.