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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.