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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.