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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.