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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
AZ,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Nico,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.