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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.