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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
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.