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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.