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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.