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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
MDC,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.