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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.