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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Index,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.