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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.