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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.