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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Human League to the punk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.