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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Pole,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
June Days,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.