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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.