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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Rekid,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.