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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Television,
UT,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.