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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.