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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.