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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.