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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.