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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.