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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.