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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.