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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
UT,
Television,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.