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 Chad 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.