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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.