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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.