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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.