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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.