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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.