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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.