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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.