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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Wings to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.