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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Q65,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.