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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.