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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.