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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.