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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.