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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.