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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Organ,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.