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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.