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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.