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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.