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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.