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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.