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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
ABBA,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
X-101,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.