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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.