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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Little Man,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Television,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.