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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Infiniti 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
the Association,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.