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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.