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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.