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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.