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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.