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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Nas,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.