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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Scion,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Technova,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.