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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.