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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
The Names,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.