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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.