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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.