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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 theremin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Index,
the Association,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.