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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.