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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.