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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.