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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.