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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.