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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 sitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Kayak,
X-101,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.