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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.