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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.