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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.