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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.