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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.