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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.