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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.