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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.