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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.