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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Can,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.