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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.