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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
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.