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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.