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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.