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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.