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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.