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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.