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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.