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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.