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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.