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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.