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 Barbados and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.