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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.