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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.