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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Scion,
Smog,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Index,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.