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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Organ,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.