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 Greece and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Durutti Column 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.