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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.