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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.