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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.