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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.