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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.