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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.