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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Camouflage,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.