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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.