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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.