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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.