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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.