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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
JFA,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.