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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.