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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.